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  2. I might redo Deezy for this...but I'll think it over. Cool!
  3. Yeah, I'm in. We've been talking about how Darrik would make a total quasi-Grey.
  4. BESM3e :Blaze Heart The World of Terra is one blessed with life in many shapes and forms, some good, some evil, and some that have the power to choose. On the whole humanity falls into this last category, which leads to a sort of balance. More often than not the creatures of one side or the other wield incredible powers, for which mankind had no answer. Still they were simply bystanders in the war between good and evil, and both sides began looking to humanity to tip the balance of the Great War. To this end, Humanity was taught the mystic arts, to fundamentally control aspects of nature and reality itself, to make mankind strong enough to influence the war in a meaningful way. The Two great powers should have been able to guess what would happen next, as Humanity used their combined powers of Light and Darkness, the True Magical Arts, to combat both of the other factions. Unprepared for an attack of this nature coming from what they'd assumed to be totally loyal allies, or lackeys, The Two Ancient races of Celestials and Demons were nearly completely annihilated in the span of a century. While the destruction wasn't complete, what remained was left so exhausted that they could no longer even access the World of Terra from their own home dimensions without assistance. Now, as humanity were the undisputed masters of their world, they began to spread and colonize, developing new technology, learning new magical arts, and growing strong, while at the same time, somewhat complacent. This was the opportunity the fallen powers outside Reality had waited for. The Demons and Celestials each sent new creatures to the world, New Gods and Dark lords, having stored up power just for this purpose, and in an effort of ultimate Revenge, they gave rise to the ultimate breed of monsters, the Dragon Race. Hundreds of Dragons were sent to Terra, all mere hatchlings, with an imperative to hate and slay humans. Still it would take time for them to mature, so the Dark Lords and New Gods bided their time, Once the Dragons were mature, they were unleashed. In a single year, the world of Men was nearly destroyed by the dragons. In perhaps the strangest twist of all, it was a Dragon, a creature created to destroy humanity that gave it hope, an answer to the power of Dragons. A young girl found Great Red, the Dragon of raging flames, gravely wounded after annihilating a country. The young girl fearlessly tended the wounds of the injured dragon, and they two struck an unlikely friendship. Through her Great Red overcame his hatred of humanity, and he taught her his Magic, which was more effective against dragons. Erika Landiss became the First Dragonslayer, and alongside Great Red, fought against and either subdued or slew other dragons to defend humanity. Appealing to other Dragons, those he knew hated the imperative as much as he had come to, Great Red gathered other Dragons to him, giving rise to more Dragonslayers. Humans were quick to adapt this new magical art to slaying Gods and Demons, and soon they were fighting back against the enemies who'd nearly crushed them. Then the final act of the Great Dragon Plan came into play. Darkstar, the Dragon of the Endless Void, took on an apt young pupil named Alphonse Reinet. He quickly rose to the challenge of Void Dragonslayer magic, and mastered it. Then to the shock of everyone, he slew his master, and with this act, gained more power. he began to hunt the remaining Dragons, gaining power each time, and even other dragonslayers, to keep them from gaining power as he had. Still he had no idea about the Curse. The Celestials and Demons had learned to anticipate the unexpected and planted a seed within the very magic the dragons used. if an individual used it enough, and became powerful enough, they would become Dragons themselves, ones with even more power than the first generation. It was the curse and his drive for power that gave birth to Acnologia, the Dragon of Apocalypse. Drawn by death and power, Acnologia would hunt down nearly all the dragons remaining on Terra, killing all known dragonslayers, and then, seemingly, disappear. Centuries passed, and the great War began to fade from memory, Mankind rebuilt, wiser now, with endless potential, tempered with the knowledge that there were old enemies out there with a grudge. Still life goes on, and where there's life there is struggle, conflict, and need. it is to resolve these things that many of the Magic Guilds, various collections of wizards from many of the new and remaining ancient nations came to be. In the kingdom of Fiore, one of the largest and most progressive of the world's nations, There are nearly a hundred guilds, all of them of some name or repute, some good, and some Dark. The magic council governs the world of Magic on the mainland from Fiore's Capital, and is made up of powerful magi and even some guild leaders who are so respected they were given a seat on the council. Unfortunately, the Guild leader of Blaze Heart, based out the city of Magnolia, is not among them. Blaze Heart is known to be a guild of misfits, people who just don't fit in with other guilds. While it's not one of the old guilds, its charter only goes back a century,Blaze Heart has made a name for itself in being very effective and having a high job completion rate, along with a fairly high collateral damage rating as well. The Magi are well-meaning yet fairly rowdy, competitive, but fair, and generally good members of the community. There are many on the council and among other guilds who don't like Blaze Heart, some out of jealousy, some due to the amount of damage the wizards cause, which is always repaid by the guild. It is as members of Blaze Heart that you'll be playing, and I will update this post with more info as I crank it out. On to the crunchy bits This game will be using BESM 3e with 400 point builds. my advice is no less than 20 and no more than 40 points in skills (remember, a single rank is considered proficient and trained.) and at least half your points should be in your three primary stats. The characters should be adults, between 20 and 27 years of age. You're young, you're strong, and while all regarded as misfits, nobody really disparages the magical ability of anyone in the guild. I'm not allowing any player to use Imbue. I've seen first hand how broken it is. Dynamic powers is off the table. I realize it's probably the best way to run things like this, but it's far too easy to break a game with. Powerflux Will be allowed, at my discretion. it's base point cost per rank is being adjusted, to 10 cp per rank. The extreme versatility of the magic is very powerful. Power flux creation may create non magical standard items that are permanent, but it cannot make permanent magical items. Autofire is not allowed, nor insidious. Toughness costs 1 cp a rank, and gives 10 hp per rank Energy bonus costs 1 CP a rank, and gives 10 ep per rank. Time, Death, and Pestilence/Poison magic are not allowed themes to begin You may play a Dragonslayer, but I will allow no more than 3, and understand Dragonslayer magic is mostly combat geared, and all united by elemental afinity. There will be some other quirks to Dragonslayers, to follow when I'm not exhausted. Any questions or comments can be sent to my Justin OOC account, or just catch me in chat.
  5. "God, pineapple on Pizza, talk about odd..." Rick muttered, having gone along with the rest of the group. his own preference was meatlovers, or straight pepperoni and olives. but he'd take what he could get here. With Qui's trust in him, a short conversation over whether she ate meat or not, he was trying to be considerate, after all, He ordered a meatlovers for the two of them, as well as one with pepperoni and Olives. "You aren't the only one who generally puts away one or two of them Bastion, I just seldom get the chance.. Gives me a great excuse to go run later though, so it's all good." He turned his attentions to Tatiana and smiled, "i'm Rick Reynes, it's nice to meet you."
  6. "Curtis Shane." Curtis added for himself. "From San Francisco. Purely of American origin." Technically, he biologically could have been descended from French or Slavs, or who knows, Danes - goodness forbid lest Her Prima Donna-ness Vandersteen get ideas - but Jesse and Jeff were his parents and they claimed full-blown American ancestry for as far as the nation existed, and that was all that mattered in his eyes.
  7. Tat laughs a deep throaty laugh at the mild self deprecating Keiko and takes the girls hand. Man these people like to shake hands she thinks, "Please call me Tat or Tats, Tatiana is so formal, only my parents and those who work for them call me that."
  8. Keiko slapped her forehead and laughed at herself. "Aw that's...I'm sorry. That's like people thinking I'm from Japan cuz I look asian and have a Japanese name. Sorry, Tatiana." She extended a hand towards her. "I'm Keiko. My eyes are fine, but the nerves don't really work so..." she shrugs. "I get by."
  9. The second Asian girl spoken with an odd accent which intrigued Tat. Tatiana took the offered hand and gave a firm hand shake, Autumn noticed the strong grip, Tat pursed her lips at the stone dangling at the girls neck...also intriguing. "A pleasure to meet you Autumn. Tat couldn't help but notice the eyes of the third Asian girl in the group and how they didn't quite look in the right direction. "Nyet...Um no, they have the same kinds of Pizzas as here at least the Pizza hut there does I think. I have never been to Russia a common mistake. I have lived here in EC all my life. My father had me home schooled and most of my teachers were Russian that's why I have the accent and we mostly speak Russian at home as well." She makes a non committal sideways nod as she stirs her salad with her fork to mix the dressing in. "Is something wrong with your eyes...um... I'm sorry I did not catch your name."
  10. "Well we don't have to be shy about our pizza," Keiko points out with a grin. "Not with Coco buying. What we need is like...a pizza where each slice is a different kind of pizza. A multipizza. Tatiana! Do they have multipizzas in Russia?" Keiko turned a little to focus on Tatiana. It was a little odd...her face was pointed at the Russian girl, but her eyes still weren't quite locked onto her. She'd been doing that the whole conversation in fact, Facing whoever was speaking without quite looking at them. But then again, she didn't have her cane or clicker out anymore either, and hadn't since she'd encountered them at the theater.
  11. Na'Atem could hear Tat and finally looked over to her when she asked for introductions. "I am called... Autumn." she said, still having to catch herself at times, "Autumn Evermore." she said, introdcing herself to the Russian girl. "I am adopted." she added, some added somewhat awkwardly, as if one could not tell by her accent. She spoke English well enough, but still had an accent that was nearly impossible to nail do to a specific Asian or Polynesian country, as were her looks. At times and from certain perspectives, she looked like she could be from various countries. Na'Atem then caught herself again and extended a hand, leaning forward toward Tat, causing the stone on her necklace to sway... the stone faintly glowing maybe?
  12. Qi beams a smile at the very muscle bound, very impressive and attractive looking male (not that Qi notices that sort of thing of course). "That is so very kind of you Bastion." Qi says shyly "I had no idea there were so many kinds of pizza. Really there is so much food here in America so many different kinds It is all quite overwhelming. It is a good thing I workout so much or I would statrt to look like a Buddha before long." She giggles a little at her own joke.
  13. Shelby Montana was what could only be described as a 'cultural black hole'. It Tats loved the looks she got looking 'different', Sebastian knew just the city for her. They sure didn't make them like her out in Montana, sturdy, multi-hued... and Russian. He was used to jeans and t-shirts, and when it was summer time, maybe cut-offs and bikini tops but here? The girls were just all over the place. He was so out of his element, it wasn't even funny. He stood up and extended his hand, his country boy manners took the reigns of his body. "Oh, I am so sorry, I forgot you weren't here for all that. "I'm Stone, Sebastian Stone. Everyone just calls me 'Bastian, for short. Guess the extra syllabus is too much." He smiled, awkwardly at his own joke. "Quite impressive ink you got there, not often people our age have stuff like that yet." He nodded with a smirk. "Pretty cool." "I think you meant 'syllable'." Cosima said softly. "Yeah, one of those too," He nodded. "Y'know, Connie, I usually eat a pizza or two on my own," the alone garnered him a few looks at the table. "Geez, Bastian, where do you put it?!" The more outspoken of the Trileys asked. "You're built like a tank." "Hey, Big Dog's gotta eat," He patted his stomach and smiled. "My metabolism's jacked, started a few years ago, been going through groceries like no one's business. If you'r not sure what you will like Connie, you are more than welcome to have a piece of mine, if you don't like it, trust me, it won't go to waste. Sample some of everything, see what suits ya. I don't mind sharin'."
  14. Kobei's eyes narrowed just slightly in a small bit of suspicion, noting the topaz colored haori she wore. He knew Yuzo well, having dealt with the Magistrate many times, but he did not know this girl. The Mantis wore more of a peasant style of garb, though made of better materials and in their clan colors, mostly green, for work and utility on their ships. Often times trousers and vests, with the women sometimes simply wrapping their breasts. Zoyu had seen this before, with Hitoe, the Mantis girl she competed with in the Topaz Championship earlier that year. The only unusual thing about his attire with two large bracelets he wore, tight around his forearms and extending almost from his wrists half way to elbows, each with very large, brad, flat bulbs formed into the metal. Kobei wore a vest, exposing his bare chest beneath, and trousers. He was fairly average, in virtually every respect, neither overly fit nor out of shape, nor particularly handsome nor ugly. Just.. average. In fact, for having a name like Kobei ("Shrimp") he was not even short. "Sake?" he asked and rubbed his hand on his head, as if swiping back non-existent hair. "Of course, Kakita-san." he said with a smile, his demeanor shifting to be much more friendly and warm. "I am afraid that I do not have any on-hand. If there is a brand you seek, then I can find it, but it will take time, weeks at least, unless this is a rush order, which will cost extra." he explained. The mantis talked so freely about money and commerce, something which other samurai found distasteful, at best. A samurai was to be frugal with their money, but at the same time not overly concerned with it. The Mantis were often merchants though, and were rather close to their peasants, so as a clan they tended to practice commerce more openly. Alternatively, at least from Zoyu's interaction with and observations of Hitoe, the Mantis did seem very relaxed an easy going. Perhaps it was the influence of their peasants, or maybe the sea on them, but for whatever reason they seemed to take things as they came were never overly formal or stuffy. "So what brands do you seek?" Kobei asked with a smile.
  15. Furry Road - The FaceDesigner's Notes: Ahh, the Face. Face character's can be the ones who run an adventure in weird places, especially if played very cunningly. So an Impulsive face seemed a great way to balanced things by making this character a potential powder keg within the group. Wields Two Weapons at Once is really meant for melee weapons, so I decided to allow its Tier 2 ability Double Strike to use Speed pool when attacking with ranged weapons, but still require might for melee. I don't see an issue with dual wielding guns otherwise so this was a pretty easy fix. Ability wise rabbits don't really need much except a lot of speed which allowed me to focus on social abilities.  Jessie the Rabbit is an Impulsive Speaker who Wields Two Weapons At Once Tier 3 • Effort 3 Might 10 • Edge 0 Speed 14 • Edge 1 Intellect 20 • Edge 2 Cypher Limit: 2 Armor: 1 (light, leather jacket) Skills: Inabilityany task that involves patience, willpower, or disciplineTrainedinitiativeDeceivingPersuadingRunningSpeed defense Abilities: Dual Light & Medium WieldDouble Strike (3 Might or Speed points)Practiced With Light & Medium WeaponsEnthrall (1 Intellect point)Fast Talk (1 Intellect point)Spin Identity (2+ Intellect points)Unexpected BetrayalImpersonate (2 Intellect points)Telling (2 Intellect points)Blend In (4 Intellect points)Grand Deception (3 Intellect points) Weapons: 2x 9mm Handguns (medium ranged weapon, short range)2x .38 Handguns (light ranged weapon, short range)2x knives (cheap, light melee weapon) Equipment: Dark clothing, gear harness, flashlight, padlock w/keys. Initial Link to the Adventure: You requested a team after you heard rumors about the Road Hogs allying with another faction. Connections: You think Cornelius the Chimpanzee is too analytical and needs to be more willing to make quick decisions in the field. You once mistook Nausicaa the Bird for an enemy and nearly killed her with a grenade. You still regret the results of your impulsive actions that day.Inspiration Strikes
  16. Kia nodded, then frowned as something that had been nagging her for a while now finally crystallized. "I don't even know why I'm here." She looked at the others, then quickly added, "In Shelly, I mean. We only moved here because my Dad got the job at the Air Force base. If my Dad didn't get that job, or if Mom and I aren't living with him...I don't know why we'd have left Hawaii." "So...maybe he DID get it, and we moved out here, but...no because if he'd...if he'd died we'd still have his pictures around the house. And I don't know if we'd have stayed in Shelly. It's not exactly the biology capitol of the world. So there must be SOMETHING going on here. I'm gonna ask Mom." She dug her cellphone out and started dialing.
  17. Kado listened to the Crane, his eyes narrowed somewhat and focused, almost like a large, stalking, predatory cat as he took in Kaze's reaction and words. The Crane seemed to be honestly surprised, his reaction a bit too authentic, making feigned sincerity unlikely coming from a young bushi, even a Crane. A Kado considered Kaze's words for a moment, the young Crane could not help but notice somersetting about the ronin. Considering his reputation as the gatekeeper to the island, and the fact that weapons were forbidden on it, it was rare indeed that any even threatened a physical confrontation with Kado, so very few had ever seen him in anything approaching a combat stance, as Kaze was seeing now, even if it was somewhat subdued. But from the way the ronin turned his body just slightly, re positioned his feet, shifted his weight and a myriad of other subtle, minute adjustments the ronin made, apparently from muscle memory due to years of training, Kaze immediately recognized the stance the ronin took, and the source of his training, for it was something Kaze had intimate knowledge of. Kado was well-trained by the Akodo Bushi School. Kado relaxed just slightly, his posture no long threatening aggression, but still somewhat guarded. The ronin took in a slow, deep breath and released it, composing himself. "I apologize for my... shameful outburst, Kakita-sama. Please, forgive a simple ronin. I forget myself at times." he said with a bow. With his anger fading, Kado reassessed the situation, and tried to "Thank you for the gift. A simple ronin does not deserve suck generosity. You are too kind." he added with another bow and accepted the sake. Kaze let out a small sigh of relief, thankful that the promise of violence had dissipated. Something had been niggling at his thoughts since Kado had squared off and it was only those final movements that he had managed to put it together. He had to wonder though. The Akodo were honourable to a fault. And many would sooner commit seppuku than see themselves dishonored or become Ronin. He had to admit some curiosity as to how it was that this one came to be a Wave-men. IT was none of his business of course, but he couldn't help it. Either way, knowing that now, he was even more thankful that he would not be coming to blows with the older Samurai. All Bushi were lethal, but of all of the schools, there were few that garnered his wariness quite like the Akodo or the Mirumoto. He himself was well versed in the blade, but he knew better than to think that he could withstand someone so much more experienced than himself. He shook his head "Think nothing of it, Kado-san. Were I in your situation, I would likely smell something amiss as well. The Kami are clearly taking some amusement at my expense." He shrugs easily, leaning against the wall they were standing beside. "Though, if you will permit me to impose on your time for a few more moments, there is something that I believe you would be able to help me with. As I said earlier, I have been investigating in the city. While the problem that originally interested us has been dealt with, I find myself at a loss to progress any further. Over the course of it, we found several blades. I do not recognise the makers mark, nor the style, but felt that if anyone were able to at least point us in the right direction it would be you, as you are probably the person best placed to recognise any given sword." He slides the peasants sword out of his obi and offers it to the guard. He offers a self deprecating smile. "The Sake too, is of interest to us, if you could tell us where it was made and if "Flowers in Winter" is also made locally so that we could find who originally bought it. A stroke of good luck among the misunderstandings, I'm sure you'll agree." He suspected that the Sake was probably a product from the Lions lands, given his own suspicions on where the masks were made, but you never know. At the very least, it might give them a hint on where to cast their gaze, if not narrow down their own searches.
  18. Rin made her way toward the river where she had seen the Steady in the night, hoping it was still there. She walked with purpose and the peasants moved quickly out of her way most showing deference but some unable to resist looking at the odd Dragon. She wondered how many of the stares, is any, belong to those who were in league with the evil poisoning the land. In time she found herself at the river and saw that the Steady was still at anchor although she could see many sailors busy readying the vessel. Rin called to a nearby boat rowing through the harbor and once it was close enough she lept on board and handed the boat man a few coins, point int to the ship. As they approached one of the sailors saw the small boat and recognized Rin, Moments later the boat bumped against the hull and Rin called out. "It is I, Mirumoto Rin, permission to come aboard to meet with your Captain if he is here." Michiyo's head poked over the edge of the deck, spotting Rin with a smile. "Of course, Mirumoto-san!" he said happily as a sailor tossed a rope ladder off the side, letting it unroll as it fell. With a small bit of effort Rin found herself back on the deck the Steady, standing before the mildly portly, Michiyo who greeted her warmly with a smile. "It is good to see you again. I must say, I did not expect too though, especially the morning after the festival. So to what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked with a smile still lingering on his lips. "The pleasure is mine my friend. And i hope the festival was good for you, for me not so much. Let us retire to your cabin, I have things to discuss with you." Once in the cabin Rin sets the sword and the bottle on the chart desk then begins to explain. "I am here on duty as a magistrate and I hope you can help. The festival was attacked last night and terrible evil was attempted..." Rin gives Michyo an abbreviated version of the nights events. While talking she dismantles the sword. "I was hoping that with your travels you may have come across the origin of these two Sake brands, 'Well In The Stream' and the other," she picks up the bottle and hands it to Michyo, " 'Flower In Winter', also perhaps you have maybe seen the mark of this swordmaker?" Michiyo listened, his eyes wide with surprise on occasion as he listened, stroking his long, thin mustache and nodding now and then. "I had heard of the zombies attack at the Temples, and the earthquake, but had thought it was the work of angry ancestors or kami or something. I had no idea that they were going after the Globe and moon cultists were behind it. I had heard of their existence, but did not know they were capable nefariousness. It sounds like a well prepared and plan with a great deal of resources. Thank the kami that you were in town to intercede on behalf of the Empire, and it makes me proud to know I had a hand in assisting with that." "The divine wisdom of the Emperor is only proven with your great deeds in service to the Empire. And truly, it seems the fortunes favor you." Michiyo looked at the disassembled sword, examining the makers mark closely and frowned. "I apologize, but I am afraid, Mirumoto-san, that I do not recognize this mark personally. But my Clan's membership is draw from all across the empire and I know many people in many towns in many different provinces. If I could take the blade, or a rubbing of the mark, I could likely find the source. Unfortunately, this would take some time though. Likely weeks at best, if not months, depending on luck." he offered. THe Tortoise's face brightened somewhat as he changed subjects though, moving onto the sake. He picked up the bottle and examined it closely, trying to draw forth a memory. He uncorked it and took a whiff, which brought a small smile to his face. "I may be able to assist with the sake though. I am not familiar with 'Well In The Spring', but I have had 'Flower in Winter' sake before." Michiyo said as he thinks back, moving his tongue as if trying to taste it again. "It is an extra dry sake, but also rich and fruity. If my memory serves, then I had it The City of the Rich Frog. I am not sure if it is made there, or they just hand it on hand. I had it as the House of the Golden Frog, if that is of any help." he recalled. "It is a beginning my friend." she takes the bottle and pours them both a quick cup, "I cannot linger but I will leave the sword for you. Take no risks but if you discover anything send word to me at Tsuma." She raises the cup and drink to their health. "Thank you again my dear friend I owe you again for your help and look forward to the day I may be of service to you." Farewells are said and Rin takes a boat back to shore and then wends her way through the crowd to the Apple Blossom to await her friends.
  19. This was a first for Qi. Her first visit to an American Restaurant, The Pizza Hut! Po her guardian who had accompanied her from China had ordered the delectable item on more than one occasion since their arrival during the summer, the food was cheap and it was delivered. But this...this was amazing, Po always got the same kind, cheese with onions, and Qi had thought that that was all pizza was but hen she heard the other kids talking about what they wanted on theirs and her eyes got big with wonder. She wanted to try them all! She slid into the booth next to the wall, so she could watch the traffic outside the window. Everyone drove cars here, she saw no horses or oxen, no animals at all except dogs and cats, she had been surprised when they walked. Rick slid in next to her, she smiled at him. “I don't know what to get ,you order for me please, just no cheese and onion.” Like every one else she looked at Tatiana when she came back to the table...Transformed.
  20. "You are most gracious, Kitsuki," Zoyu murmured in dulcet tones. "We will not take up much of your student's time." She glanced at Yuzo then nodded towards the assembled students. "This Kobei, he is here?" "Yes, Zoyu-san," Yuzo confirmed. "The bald Mantis in the trousers and vest." Zoyu glanced over, concealing a frown at the Mantis' attire. The Mantis were all strange and often gaudy, those this one didn't seem to be such a successful - or thieving - trader to warrant such ostentation. "I see." Zoyu glided over towards the man, a polite, demure smile on her lips, Yuzo at her side. "Kobei-san?" He looked around the slender, yet curvaceous Crane, not quite hiding his admiration for her form in her elegant kimono. "I am he." "Then you are the man I am looking for, thanks to the suggestion of Yuzo-san, here." Her smile widened just a trifle. "I wish to speak with you of Sake, if you could spare a few moments, and perhaps earn a few coins as well. There are two brands that are of particular interest to me."
  21. Tatiana followed along behind the other kids aside from her earlier exuberance at recognizing the Vandersteen girl, she kept pretty quiet. She had never had friends or even really been around kids her own, or any age for that matter. Until now she had been home schooled with her demanding father overseeing her education, only her mother had seen to it that she had any interaction with other children, but even those had been prearranged playdates with approved kids on her mothers list. This was a chance to see how real kids (as real as kids with super powers could be) acted and got along. Pizza was not something that was served in their home but she wasn't going to let any of these know that, the smell was nice and it made her tummy rumble when they entered the restaurant. Instead of joining them at the table right away, Tat went straight to the ladies room. The teacher said they were done for the day, so that meant no more dress code. As soon as the door swung shut she put her big bag on the sink counter and peeled off the baggy sweat shirt and then the shoes and pant. She fixed her makeup and at the last moment decided to let her hair down. A fast couple of swings of the head and her nearly waist length dreads were free. Once again dressed as herself, 4 inch heels and all, a completely different looking Tatiana exited the bathroom and made her way to the table just as the rest were placing their orders. She relished the looks. “Just a salad for me please, with vinaigrette and a large diet coke. Thank you.” She said to the waitress as she sat in the last remaining seat next to the geeky looking fellow with the glasses. “So...I am Tatiana, but you can call me Tat or Tats,” she brushed her arm indicating the vivid tattoos, “I missed the introductions earlier so what are all of you called?”
  22. Sean had shrugged awkwardly when Marissa had called him and Clare a cute couple. He hadn't really noticed her before his own transformation, and after her's, he had started questioning her mental stability. He was questioning it now, after all the calls and noticing she was the only number blocked in her phone in this... reality, or whatever it was. "Um, that rabbit hole goes deep and twisty, Marissa," Sean piped in with caution in his high voice. "If you find out where it goes, you're gonna think we're nuts." The small boy grinned crookedly in self-deprecation. "More nuts. So consider carefully if you really want to know more." He took a sip of coffee, letting the blessed caffeine warm him, then tilted his cup towards Devin. "I don't believe it was your fault, Devin. Just an interaction or confluence of effects." He pursed his lips. "Maybe a trap in case someone tried to do just what we were doing." He nodded towards Kia and Lilly. "We might not be able to do the things we could before, but I still remember most of what I knew. If the DoE project doesn't exist here or we can't get access to it, we might be able to recreate the event ourselves." Sean's determined expression looked strained. He might know in theory how to make a portal set-up, but he no longer had the devastating brilliance that let him make theory into reality or adapt for any unexpected variables or difficulties that came up. Or to cobble something like that together from scrap. "If we can get our hands on the right parts, of course."
  23. "Multiple births no longer happen? Because if they do, then Riley is simply appears to be identical triplets. Uncommon, but perfectly normal. A floating, glowing pineapple, on the other hand, is not." Na'Atem explained and then returned her attention to Keiko. "It was a very pretty pineapple though. Very well done, and far better than I could do. Conjuration and Illusions, aside from invisibility, are things I am not very proficient in." she said to Keiko with a smile as she . Na'Atem did wonder though how she knew what one looked like though. She could feel it, yes, but touch alone would not allow for such an image. Maybe she had been sighted once? Maybe the blindness was just an act to lead to others underestimating her? All good questions, but best saved for a more private conversation. She did not wish to put her on the spot in the crowded booth. Na'Atem thought about Keiko's question for a moment, going over the morning in her head. "Orientation was... confusing? I learned English, but there are still many phrases I do not understand. Once gained from living in the culture, so much of what Professor Keating said I am not sure I fully understood." she shared.
  24. Keiko chuckled and waved a hand. "Nah, it's fine. I was just giving you a hard time. Just got caught up in the pizza moment."
  25. "Eh, not really," Sebastian offered, shrugging as he looked at a menu he didn't plan on ordering from. "A lot of 'that's that, and over there is that'. Nothing particularly exciting. It got pretty cool when the Keating dude got involved, but then the homework... so, yeah." He thumbed to Triley, "I'm not trying to come down on you Keiko, and honestly... I have no idea how to tell her to put her self away, y'know? I mean... can she?"
  26. "Awww. She gets to be her own barbershop quartet, but I can't bask in a pineapple's bright glare?" Keiko shrugged, and the shiny fruit vanished. Then she nodded at Autumn. "Well, pizza sister, Triley can have her salad pizza, but at least we know what we're getting." "So what did you guys think of the orientation? Did I miss anything good?"
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